Day 8: Putting your hope in the one who carries you

Thursday

Feb 21, 2013 at 6:10 AMFeb 21, 2013 at 9:11 PM

He reached down from on high and took hold of me; He drew me out of deep waters… He rescued me because He delighted in me.” — Psalm 18: 16, 19b This verse, this beautiful verse, is how Jenn Kelly starts her story of hope. Please, read on… I take my son Jackson (he’s two), to [...]

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He reached down from on high and took hold of me; He drew me out of deep waters… He rescued me because He delighted in me.” — Psalm 18: 16, 19b

This verse, this beautiful verse, is how Jenn Kelly starts her story of hope. Please, read on…

I take my son Jackson (he’s two), to the gym with me about three times a week. OK, maybe more like two times a week. They have a great day care there, so I don’t mind leaving him in able-bodied hands. ?Sometimes when we go, it’s raining miserably, or the wind is so strong and fierce that I have to carry Jackson instead of letting him walk by himself.

When I open the car door, I pull his hat down over his ears, I pull his hood up and I take him out of his car seat. When I pick him up, I say, “I’m going to carry you buddy, it’s very cold out.”

He squirms a little because being two he wants to walk on his own, because he is two, and he is very independent. But once that wind hits him in the face, I can hear his gasp of shock and he buries his face right into my shoulder to shield his face. I lift my arms up and wrap them tightly around him, cradling his head against me so the wind won’t whip his face. ‘I got you love’ I whisper to him over and over again to soothe and to let him know that I do indeed have him.

Jackson takes great comfort in knowing that mommy’s got him and I’m not going to let the wind take his breath away, nor am I going to make him be exposed to the harsh elements alone. His mommy has him tightly against her, holding him.

So many times in the past 6 years (since I’ve become a Christian), life has taken my breath away, the rain falling so miserably on my heart that I can’t stop crying, or the winds of pain and anger or disappointment come and shock me, taking my breath away.

How thankful I am that God pulls me tightly in, pulling hat down further on head, pulling my hood up and then cradling me into His big strong arms, and whispers to me over and over again, “I got you love, I got you love.”

Photo courtesy of Jenn Kelly

Jenn Kelly is the author of “Jackson Jones: The Tale of a Boy, an Elf, and a Very Stinky Fish” and its sequel, “Jackson Jones: The Tale of a Boy, a Troll, and a Rather Large Chicken.” You can learn more about her and her upcoming projects at her Website: www.JennKelly.com. You can also find her page on Facebook and follow her on Twitter. Look for @JennKellyauthor.

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